BRITNEY 16 HAPPY BIRTHDAY

IT DEFINILY DOESN'T WORK,

REARANGING THIS WORDS,

IT'S FAR FROM THE END,

WORDS FALL FROM THE THINKING,

 TO THE PAPER AND FROM THE PAPER TO THE DES

K.

THE GLASS DRINK THE RUM,

AS HER LIP'S STICK SMILE.

IT SOUND LIKE A STRANGE YHAM AND A HUMMM.

A SONG TO THE HAND'S TASTE...

STRAWBERRY'S KISSES TALKING...

SO THERE'S A VERY STRONG AND A VERY GOOD CHANCE,

THAT WORDS WILL FALL TO THE GROUND,

AND WALK ON THE RED CARPET INTO THE DOOR

AND GET OUT OF CONTROL.

IN THE AIR,

THE VOCABULARY WILL BE WITH GRAMATICAL AND TIME'S ERRORS,

AND IN A PAPER OF MANY MEANS.

THE DICIONARY WILL SAY,

WITHIM THE CROWD'S VOICES OVER THE TOUSAND RAINBOWS IN THE SKY.

" WHO'S SINGING MY WROTEN WORDS",

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL,

THAT'S A DEFINED THINKING,

YOU GOT ME GOING UP,

LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE,

RACE,

THE WOMAN ASIDE ME INSIDE MY CAR 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU BRITNEY

...THE PHONNE RING, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT...

... THE Nº1...